Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7874971. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape Character: Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape Additional Tags: Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2004-08-11 Words: 1799 ****** Safframate ****** by Rei Furuzowa [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary Snape debates on drugging Harry. Notes This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: A Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot designed to make you feel guilty. Somewhat ambiguious consent. Safframate It was fire, he knew it was, liquid fire that coursed through the brain, inflaming the senses, bringing desire to a fever pitch. A violet colored fuck in a vial, and when carefully administered, it turned every touch to a pleasure beyond pain, every caress like whips of fire scorching the skin. He knew he could do it too, he would drop it surreptitiously into one of the house elves' gnarled hands as they prepared the boy's dinner, right before class started, yes and see Potter's sullen mouth turn into a perfect pink "o" of surprise at that first brush of contact on his skin, the slight shiver it would cause... he would dismiss it of course, but after a casual brush against the Potions table or a shift against his seat, it would come again, and worse, a slow torturous burn. "Fine...I'm...fine", the boy would say raggedly to his friends, his beautiful green eyes full of confusion at the new sensation, but his body, ah, his young body would know what it wanted and seek to find it in increasingly frequent fidgets. Severus would watch him squirm, squeezing himself softly underneath his tightly fastened robes as he rattled off instructions to the class. Twenty-four chairs filled with plain...ugly...stupid children, but *he* shined amongst them like an emerald. Harry Potter, even the name slides off the lips like the finest silk. Mmm, yes, the boy would feel it now wouldn't he, his own burgeoning erection...perhaps his first. The thought would excite Severus so...he would squeeze himself again, harder this time, safe behind his sturdy fortress of a desk, unable to close his eyes and shut out the sight of him, panting and moaning Harry Potter, who couldn't stop touching himself softly while crying out in confused frustration. Yes, Severus knew the remedy, the only remedy, and would sit back in aroused amusement as the boy would answer his friends in a cracking voice that he was fine, no , nothing was wrong. "Bring your potions to the front of the class, completed or not." Snape would say in a practiced, cold voice. The boy would stand on shaking legs, gasping at the smooth feel of the beaker holding his potion, and the erection that he didn't know to hide yet straining the front of his pants as he walked to Snape's desk. When he put the tube down, Severus would stretch his hand out, taking it from him, surreptitiously stroking the inside of the boy's palm. Meeting the boy's gaze, he would lean forward, yes just slightly and hiss angrily, "A word with you Potter, if you please." Just the right emphasis and the boy's eyes would flame angrily, then dim slightly, bewildered at the extent of his rage. The classroom would empty out, the rabble leaving, and Snape wouldn't touch him, even though he was begging for it with his eyes and didn't know how with his mouth. After the dungeon room door would slam shut, he would arise from his chair, showing the evidence of his passion. Circling the boy slowly, he would feast his eyes on the boy's disheveled black hair, the pubescent body faintly outlined in those loose gray robes...those absolutely ridiculous glasses perched on his nose...and minutes would pass, neither saying a word. One minute...two minutes...and the fire would begin to peak, and the boy would by this time be whimpering, tearing at his own clothes, desperate for a touch, any touch, to ease the flame burning him alive. Severus would consent, sliding one finger slowly down Potter's throat, and the boy would sway on his feet, eyes closing as if he would faint, before he would...absolutely...go...mad, ripping his robes in his haste to get them off, pulling, wrenching Severus towards him with hands that were slightly too large for his body. He would squirm in Severus' embrace, ripping open the top of his pants to reach inside, to touch his achingly hard cock, but no, it would not abate by his hand alone. Only when the boy would be grinding against him helplessly in heat, head thrown back, frustrated tears leaking from the corner of his eyes and tiny hiccupping sobs coming from his exposed throat...only then, would Severus act, running an obscene tongue along the boy's neck while boosting him up on the teachers desk. He would be able to imagine how the smooth wood felt against the other boy's bare skin and wouldn't be surprised when Harry, his Harry, would almost scream, frantically grabbing at Severus' hair "Touch...I can't...it won't...oh...ohgods!" would emerge from his virgin throat as he would come, spilling helplessly against his Potion Master's chest, his body shivering in the aftershocks. It was far from over. The boy's cock remained hard, and the fire would only rage all the more as Severus touched him there, slowly fisting him into madness. Severus would teach him words like 'fuck' and 'cock' in a low whisper into the pink shell of Harry's ear, and he would taste untasted flesh, pushing the boy backward on the table, breaking him apart with his tongue, thrusting into him hard, harder, until Harry's shrill screams became too much to bear and Severus would have to squeeze himself, *hard*, to keep from coming, the painful sensation shooting through his system. The boy's cock would be leaking copiously, but the fire would not abate so easily, not until he was filled, thoroughly fucked. Severus' hand would return to stroking the boy's  cock lovingly, rather mature for his age. His free hand would grasp for his wand in a robe pocket and dip it in the smeared mess across the boy's flushed chest, and then he would be whispering a relaxation spell, smiling ominously, as the boy's shaking would subside only to freeze completely when Severus would drive three fingers into him. His eyes would pop open in surprise at the violation, while his mouth would beg for it soundlessly as Severus began to finger fuck the boy, driving in harder with each thrust. It hurt, despite the spell, he knew it would hurt, and he moaned at the look of pain in the boy's eyes, driving in his fingers deeper, sliding, grinding against the boy's prostate. Harry would be on fire now, wailing, fingers digging deep gouges into the wood of the desk, and Severus would hit that spot again, oh yes oh yes, god, and screaming, ripping at Severus' lank hair, he would come again. Severus would almost laugh at the confused look on the boy's face as he thrashed on the desk, aftershocks from his orgasm fading but the fire raging even more furiously than before. He would back off, breath hissing through his teeth at the sight of this naked, flushed *beautiful* cherub that was vulgarly thrusting into the air with his hips, hands cupped around his own cock, feet drumming against the desk. Then he would approach again, and it would be heaven, heaven, as he would nudge the boy's slender legs open wider, fitting in between, taking time to enjoy his thighs. Opening his outer robe, a quick unfastening of his pants, and his own cock, large and almost purple with need would emerge...he would slide into Potter, Harry Potter, god that name turned him on, sink in slowly, so slowly...his eyes would roll back and he would moan loudly as he buried himself in the boy's hot, excruciatingly tight channel. It was his first time, Severus knew, this beautiful virgin of his; and yet he tossed that fact aside, giving the boy no time to adjust, no mercy. He pulled out almost all the way, slowly, and then thrust back in with the same speed, feeling every nuance of the boy that was wrapped around him. Harry would be begging now, pleading, using the words that Severus taught him like a good boy, "Fuck me...please..harder...faster..." Smiling grimly, he would ignore the boy, still driving in and out with excruciating slowness, fighting his instinct to just pound into the boy, drawing out his pleasure until he couldn't think coherently at all anymore. His hands would be braced, one on the desk, one gripping Harry's side, slow, god...so slowly...the boy would be gasping, his voice giving out under Severus' torturous ministrations...god so soft...and slow..and sweet, and oh, it would be too much, he would drive in deep, feeling his cock sink into that tight channel inch by inch...the boy's hoarse cries barely heard over the blood rushing in his ears and oh yes, oh please, he was coming, crying out, "Harry, Harry, oh Harry"; spilling over into the boy over, and over, and over. He would faintly register a wetness splatter across his robes, Harry practically convulsing underneath him in his own throes of orgasm. The word would stand still for a moment...then begin to piece itself together back again when he pulled out of the boy with a soft sucking sound. Clutching his wand in a shaking hand, he would mumble a few cleaning charms on his stained robes and the boy's skin. Those confused and slightly glassy emerald eyes would emerge again, and Severus would dress the other boy quickly and efficiently, handing his limp limbs as if he were a doll. After buttoning his outer robe, Severus would step back, noticing the haze of the drug clearing from the boy's eyes; ready for questions he had no intention of answering. "Memoria modificum", he would whisper, his hand smoothing back the boy sweat- drenched hair one last time as something silver and shapeless flew form his wand into the boy's skull. He would feel his face slip back into the cruel mask it so often was when addressing this boy, whom normal rules did not apply to, who thought himself so damn important. "You will be receiving a zero for your potion, " he would say silkily, indicating the broken beaker on the floor, "and you will be making this assignment up with a foot long paper on the effects of it." Satisfaction would course through his body as Potter would take up the slack, resuming the only role that he remembered, a student hating his evil, cruel Potions Master, and snapping out an angry "yes, sir." "You are dismissed." Snape would say, 'accio'-ing another classes work onto his desk, and pretending to look over it. He would feel rather than see Potter snarl at him, retrieve his book bag and storm out of the classroom, presumably to complain to his hopelessly mediocre friends. Yes, he could do it. It would be so easy. Snape held the vial between his fingers, liquid temptation. Safframate. ============================================================================= Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!